Maggie was very proud of herself. She, a frail magician, was able to carry two cubs and run like the wind, leading them away from the Fire Spirit Village, which had long since turned to ashes.

She placed the two cubs in a nearby cave, concealed them with branches, and hid inside with them.

After tidying everything up, Maggie turned to look at her younger brother, Weaver, who was still wary and shielding his brother completely, showing no sign of relaxing his trust in her just because she had led them away from the dangerous place.

However, Maggie didn't mind. Being vigilant was a good thing; otherwise, it would be impossible to survive in this environment.

Thinking about this, Maggie's feelings became even more complicated.

If she had helped rescue those two kids from the illusion, the real experiences that had happened to the twins would have been a hundred times worse than they are now.

How did two weak and defenseless cubs, possessing valuable mithril, manage to survive in an era ravaged by the undead, cultivate divine qualities, become false gods, and eventually ascend to godhood?

She could hardly imagine, or rather, she couldn't fathom, the level of difficulty involved.

After all, there isn't a real-life version of her.

This start was even more difficult than hers.

"If I wanted to kill you, why would I have brought you all this way and made me all sweaty?"

Maggie may be a bit blunt, but given the recent upheaval and the forced maturity of the Gemini, they should be able to understand her.

"You want to keep it all for yourself."

The younger brother, Weaver, remained on guard.

"...Then why did you come into this dangerous cave with me? Being alone with me makes it easier to kill you."

Maggie realized that Weaver had been intelligent since childhood, just not very intelligent.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Weaver fell into thought. He looked hesitantly at the obscured cave entrance, then at Maggie, seemingly considering whether Maggie would really turn on him.

Or perhaps it's about judging whether Maggie is in greater danger or whether the outside world is more dangerous.

"Don't think about it. I just want to help you. But if you insist on running away, I won't stop you."

Maggie shrugged; she didn't care at all.

Her main purpose in entering this illusion was to wake up the Twin Gods, but she hasn't found a way yet. Now she's brought along two smaller versions of them, doubling the burden and making things much less efficient.

Maggie won't force them to stay if they don't want to.

Perhaps because Maggie's words truly revealed an indifferent attitude, Weaver finally quieted down. Although he was still frequently glancing at Maggie, he no longer had the initial hostility.

Maggie no longer focused her attention on them, but instead observed the outside world through the cracks in the cave where light was filtering in.

Although she was immortal and could defeat them, she didn't want to confront the hunting party. Her main concern was protecting her two cubs, which would be too troublesome.

Time passed second by second, and the other cub, which had been silent the whole time, finally seemed to recover and pull itself out of its fear.

His unfocused pupils gradually focused, his gaze first falling on Weaveria, then on Maggie.

After a long pause, he thanked him in a very soft voice.

"Thank you."

Maggie was still observing outside when she heard the faint sound. She turned around in surprise and saw that it was Rephia, who had returned to normal.

He was absolutely terrified just now.

He was still young, and it was normal for him to be afraid when he saw his family members who once loved him being slaughtered. Maggie said she completely understood.

but....

This is not suitable for survival in such a chaotic era. If she were a bad person, these two brothers would be dead by now.

If Weavera had abandoned her brother, she might have run away.

But at that moment, he desperately protected his brother; even when his brother was too frightened to move, he had no intention of leaving alone...

Maggie had to admire him.

"It's alright. I can only save you once. After that, you'll have to rely on yourselves."

Maggie sighed. Although she knew they were fragments of past memories, she still wanted to say some words of advice.

Just treat her like your mother.

She always felt compassion for poor children.

"Um."

Mentioning this made both brothers feel down. They had just been in a life-or-death crisis, but now that they were safe, their longing for their deceased loved ones welled up all over them.

Especially after Maggie mentioned it, the thought of having to rely on each other for survival in the future, without the love and care of family, would be hard for anyone not to feel sad.

Maggie understood and didn't say anything else to discourage them.

The cave fell silent again, with only the sound of shallow breathing. People were even afraid of being discovered by the hunting party, so they dared to breathe very softly.

From dawn till dusk, the firelight in the village finally disappeared, signifying the complete demise of Fire Spirit Village.

The hunting teams also withdrew one after another.

By the time Maggie and her two children left the cave, the moon was high in the sky, round and beautiful, but no one was in the mood to appreciate it.

Maggie silently accompanied the twins back to the village, which had been reduced to dark ruins, and watched them kneel on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

She was as quiet as a background backdrop.

Because she knew that for this level of pain, superficial comfort was useless; quiet companionship was the best approach, allowing them to vent their emotions.

By the time they had finally finished crying, the moon had already set, signifying the passing of midnight and the approaching dawn.

Maggie stepped forward, ready to lead them away, but unexpectedly, Weaver suddenly raised his head and grabbed her arm tightly.

"Please, adopt me and my brother."

He seemed afraid that Maggie would refuse, yet he was also eager to showcase their strengths.

"My brother is very smart, and I am very talented. We don't want anything else, as long as we can live, as long as... we can take revenge."

“We will repay you. If it’s not enough, I will give you the mithril from my chest.”

The younger brother, Weaver, spoke firmly, but made no mention of his older brother. Even if there was a price to pay, he should be the one to bear it.

Maggie's arm, which had been grabbed, paused. In that moment, she truly understood.

Why did the older brother, Rifia, insist on taking his younger brother to godhood? If she had a sister like that, willing to sacrifice so much for her, even someone as indifferent as herself would do everything in her power to give her sister the best.

Looking into Weaver's almost pleading eyes, Maggie really couldn't bring herself to refuse.

But she also knew very well that everything here was fake, and the assurances she gave were just a vague illusion that would disappear once she woke up from the dream.